Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
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It seemed like a release.
The demons under my skin,
Desiring freedom and I let them out.
I cannot put them back in,
Cannot stop the
Seething wounds from crying.
I let them out, a giggle escaping my
Tear stained lips, knowing well
The hell that would ensue.
You tell one, you tell all!
And now I no longer have to shield away
These demons from prying eyes.
I let them go free.
Because something that came from me
Cannot be all bad.
Right?
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The demons under my skin,
Desiring freedom and I let them out.
I cannot put them back in,
Cannot stop the
Seething wounds from crying.
I let them out, a giggle escaping my
Tear stained lips, knowing well
The hell that would ensue.
You tell one, you tell all!
And now I no longer have to shield away
These demons from prying eyes.
I let them go free.
Because something that came from me
Cannot be all bad.
Right?
3-28-11
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